Bearer of Glad Tidings
It was the standard routine. The Spouse kissed me goodbye, then kissed The Dog, whispering softly into his shaggy ears, "I'll miss you most of all". (Yes. He really says that. Right in front of me). As the door closed behind him my alarm went off. The Dog had started to lick my nose so it was easier than usual to rise right away and besides, it's grocery day and I haven't planned a menu yet.
Here was the plan: have some coffee, plan the menu and make the grocery list, rouse The Child, leave the house by 7:30 to pick up a classmate in order to get to school by 8 in order to get to coffee by 8:30, assuming certain road conditions or what-have-you. Because I've been late for coffee the last few weeks and that's not good.
Then I noticed that there's still a bit of snow on the ground and the temperature had dropped significantly last night. Best check the news because school might have a late start and there's certainly no way I'm going to rush around and force The Child to hustle out of bed if we don't have to be there until 10.
The ticker on the morning news was just getting to King County private schools when I turned on the TV. There was a long list of "Our Lady ofs" before the saints started. But there was a clear trend: hardly anyone was starting late. And then St. G flashed on: school closed. Just like all the other iced over private schools. Closed, closed, closed! Another snow day!
I would make a terrible school principal.
The Child went to bed assuming there would be school, thus she will be sleeping for several more hours. When she stumbles out with a wondering expression I'll be able to tell her the superfantastic news. And since she's caught up on her home work and since it's a 3 day weekend anyway because of Martin Luther King Day, she now has 4 days stretched before her. And snow is involved.
This so rocks.
Here was the plan: have some coffee, plan the menu and make the grocery list, rouse The Child, leave the house by 7:30 to pick up a classmate in order to get to school by 8 in order to get to coffee by 8:30, assuming certain road conditions or what-have-you. Because I've been late for coffee the last few weeks and that's not good.
Then I noticed that there's still a bit of snow on the ground and the temperature had dropped significantly last night. Best check the news because school might have a late start and there's certainly no way I'm going to rush around and force The Child to hustle out of bed if we don't have to be there until 10.
The ticker on the morning news was just getting to King County private schools when I turned on the TV. There was a long list of "Our Lady ofs" before the saints started. But there was a clear trend: hardly anyone was starting late. And then St. G flashed on: school closed. Just like all the other iced over private schools. Closed, closed, closed! Another snow day!
I would make a terrible school principal.
The Child went to bed assuming there would be school, thus she will be sleeping for several more hours. When she stumbles out with a wondering expression I'll be able to tell her the superfantastic news. And since she's caught up on her home work and since it's a 3 day weekend anyway because of Martin Luther King Day, she now has 4 days stretched before her. And snow is involved.
This so rocks.
cobbled together by Moi at 6:24 AM
19 Comments:
Maaannnn - we don't ever get no friggin snow days down here.
This so sucks.
But y'all have a WONDERFUL 4 day weekend!!
I'm tempted to say 'cool', but that would be asking for trouble.
It's funny, but I grew up in the Middle East, where we had 'rain days'. The heavens used to burst open only two, maybe three times a year. The whole infrastructure of the country (the roads, the drains etc) was totally unequipped to deal with large amount of water. So, invariably, two hours of rain meant: flooded roads, inaccessible parts of town... AND... CLOSED SCHOOLS!!!
Ahh... happy days...
As I had asplained to you, I tell him that every morning to make him feel special.
Lucky duckie! Despite the insanely cold temps here, schools are open. Snow days are few and far between here.
I'm so excited for The Child to have an unexpected snow day...how cool is this! Let's hope this elevates your status a few notches with her...
FUN!
Are you still coffee-ing with your gals? Happy grocery shopping! Oooh, must remember to send you my family's recipe for spaghetti sauce (which I'm going to make this week). Dontchya just know it has chile powder in it. Don't tell the Italians what New Mexicans do with their food!
I don't think there is a more joyful phrase to a child than "Snow Day." That should have been the name of my blog, come to think of it.
I miss snow days!
My kids only got a stinking 2 hour delay. This is so not fair.
Well, that's what you get for livin' deep in the heart of Texas! Y'all have a good weekend, too.
Rain days. That's funny. (I don't mean to laugh but all the Midwesterners keep mocking my snow days and it feels good to be smug about rain).
Whatever, Spouse. I suppose I should just be grateful that you still kiss me goodbye.
Gina, I personally believe that if it's going to be that cold then there should be snow on the ground!
SCG: My spagetti recipe uses little red chilies...and it's an Italian recipe. So maybe those New Mexicans knew what they were doing. I don't know if there was coffee or not, I was busy waiting to give The Child the good word. I'm about to venture out now and see if I can navigate the roads. Still snowed in up there?
J: No kidding...you should have seen her face.
K: See comment to Jlow. Replace "Texas" with "Florida".
This is getting out of hand. Her education is being compromised.
I'll write the principal and see if we can't schedule some make-up days in the summer.
Look at it this way, Leroy. At least you don't have JP threatening to complain to the principal.
In Utah, snow days are simply refered to as "this is Utah so get your butt out of bed" days. Which is far too long to say so we just stick to general grumbling.
Utah is harsh.
Yay for the child!
Huzzah!
Funny world isn't it...sometimes here if it gets past about40-45degrees celsius and the school is not airconditioned they are kind enough to close down... not when I was a kid though...we just formed little puddles of humanity on the desks in the heat... and were just melted blobs by going home time ;)
Grish & Iwanski, Yay & huzzah, indeed.
MC: Liking the image of little puddles of humanity...
I'm gonna have to heartily disagree with you on one salient point lorraine,..I think you would make a wonderful school principal. ;)
Yeah, right, Sling. I can see it now. "Golly, it's MLK weekend. Let's see...no school on Monday. Well, crap, what's the point of a 4 day week? No school until next Monday. Who's in?"
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